I'm trying to suppress the desire to claw through the ceiling.
Why? To gain a new perspective?
I have no idea.
Writing's going well, though.
The bookstore is open. Without any advertising, O made a single, $2,000 sale today. I think the new location's going to work, don't you?
Tomorrow, a ghost story for October. 'Tomorrow' being blogspeech for 'sometime next week when I get around to it.'